Ubiquitous wrote:

> When we return from commercial, we can tell by the graphic on the
> screen that it's now "Sandra's Cocktail Time!". SLop is now
> holding a bottle of champagne and opens it with a whoot. Into a
> pitcher she adds some frozen lemonade and a little bit of shaken
> up seltzer water. I swear her crew shakes up those bottles to make
> her look stupid, which she does. She tops of the pitcher with the
> champagne and adds some crushed lemon drops she found in her car.
> When she pours it into the glasses, the first one is mostly pulp.
> She quickly tries to claim that pulp in a drink is a good thing,
> but I'm not convinced.

Using crushed lemon drops to rim a champagne glass like salt on a
margarita glass may be the nastiest thing I have ever seen her do.

> Sandra declares that her picnic-scape is based on poetry and
> Shakespeare, which sounds interesting, until the camera pulls back
> to reveal it in all its glory, at which point I am stunned. WTF?
> WTF?!?!? She dragged out a dinning room table and used a tapestry
> for a table cloth and dragged out a pair of big fancy apolstered
> recliners for sitting/reclining. On the table, she used faux metal
> plates and gushed that you can eat "right on top of them". I was
> seriously too stunned to take the rest in, but she apparently
> ripped out pages from a poetry book as napkin decorations and hung
> a candelabra of Liberace proportions from gawd knows where. She
> then tells us she has to run off to 'freshen up" and exits stage
> left with a wave.

She said she "found" the chandelier in the garage.
Doesn't everyone have a chandelier in the garage?